As a retired high school agriculture teacher Phil Armour of Yass just thinks that “Peter Skinner et al (C8) simply didn’t choose the right subjects when they were at school.”
Moving on from tubas (C8) but still keeping it brassy, Terri Warner of East Lindfield shares her neighbour’s solution to her young son’s noisy trumpet practice. “She’d open the wardrobe door and he’d play into the clothes. Perfectly muffled! I tried it with my young son practising his trombone, but the slide got tangled in the shirts.”
“For most of the year Dave Lewington (C8) cooks not cross buns,” writes Thomas Hanson of Mount Kuring-Gai. Well played, sir.
While he’s sorry that Dave Horsfall is feeling a bit salty (C8), Matt Petersen of Randwick has “never heard chips called ‘crisps’ (Oh dear, here we go! – Granny) or seen a bag of salt in the pack. I’ve seen this in British TV shows, so maybe this is where he grew up?” For Matt “the more important issue is that the 200gm bags have surreptitiously been reduced to 180gm, and the 100gm to 70gm.”
Some backing here to the notion that they key to the salty memories is a UK childhood. Caroline Chantrill of Port Macquarie will never forget “the delight as a small child in England finding the blue packet of salt in my crisps (C8)”, while Jennet Cunnington of Sydney recalls that growing up in England her family’s budget didn’t extend to packets of crisps, “once a week we went to Auntie Eva’s for tea and she treated us to a packet. What a luxury it was then! The first thing we looked for was the little blue bag, usually buried at the bottom of the packet.”
